It’s 8:15 PM. I’ve just gotten home after dinner with a friend. I park the car, we chat for a minute. I turn the car off, we get out and go back toward the apartment complex. We both live in the same complex, but on different sides of it. We say our goodbyes near the door to my house, and I walk inside.
Inside, one of my roommates is watching a movie with his girlfriend. Looks like a movie from the ’90s based off the quality.I mention something about it looking old and they agree while making fun of it.
I get a few things ready inside and clean up a bit, and then remember that I need to do my weekly shopping. I walk back out to the living room, say goodbye to my roommate and his girlfriend, and start making the 2 foot walk to my car.
As soon as I see my car, something seems off about it. The lights on the front are still on? My headlights for whatever reason are brightly shining. As I get closer and closer, I start hearing a faint noise. I come right up next to the vehicle, and sure enough, its still on.
I look down at my hand and there see, what I thought, was the key to may car. I wondered how my car was on? Did someone hotwire it? Am I about to witness and theft with my car?
Long story short, the car somehow wouldn’t turn off when you took the key out, but I messed around with it and eventually, by God’s grace, turned off.
It made me realize how we are in no control of our lives at all. God has the ability to make or break them, and he could just as easily take away the breath that he gave.